Lanling wasted no time and summoned his godhood.
Ruki watched as Lanling became surrounded by a radiant mixture of white and blue flames, their ethereal tips dancing wildly, as though straining to reach the ceiling.
He was mesmerized.
The flames abruptly froze, then converged in Lanling's hands, the sheer gravity of their energy causing him to sink slightly into the ground.
As he had expected, it was heavy.
Whether the weight was physical, mental, or perhaps spiritual, he couldn't tell. There was no time to ponder—his mind had already begun chanting the first phase of the spell.
Then, he let go.
The moment the godhood touched the magic circle, it erupted in white and blue flames, tracing whatever Lanling had drawn.
Ruki felt the warmth envelop him, and his eyes involuntarily brimmed with tears. He frowned, confused. He must have missed something but he couldn't put his finger on it.
